#this was v cathartic to write so i hope it's also cathartic to read sksksk

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Can I be sincere? I had some chubby reader ideas but I just didn't want to bother you but since you asked😊

Can you please make one where reader for some reason doesn't eat as much as they ate before so nanami gets a day off and makes them a feast. so they say "wow we're going to have dinner"

"no honey it's for you :)"

reader is in shock but very happy

Ok so im like hella emotional today bc of my period so i got a little angsty with this 🤧 i promise it's worth it, the ending is v soft and sweet, don't worry sksksk

A Meal Fit for a King

Nanami Kento x gn chubby reader

Word count: 1,638

CW: angst to fluff, allusions to dieting/fasting, allusions to disordered eating, reader writes down their eating habits, reader weighs themselves, not really beta read bc I'm just a measly worm and i can't read sksksk

Something was wrong: Nanami knew it. He was always too receptive with these things, slight changes in emotions or behaviors noticed not long after they appeared. Now was no different: despite your best efforts, you couldn't hide the gloom that was consuming you.

He noticed it a few days ago, glancing over your shoulder to see you writing down what you had eaten for dinner. He didn't comment on it, but he kept it in mind, stewing over it in silence.

He then noticed that you were eating less, your dinner portion shrinking significantly. You'd tell him that you just had a big lunch and weren't very hungry, but he didn't buy it. He still said nothing.

Then he found you using that damned scale in the bathroom (he needed to make a note to remind himself to throw the useless hunk of junk out). The two of you made eye contact, but he quickly looked away, preparing his toothbrush and leaving the bathroom immediately. He didn't bring it up once the two of you got in bed, but you did.

"I was just curious," you mumbled quietly, your back to him. "My jeans felt a little tight."

Nanami hummed, keeping his mouth shut, holding back his true feelings. He turned on his side, wrapping his arm around you and pulling your back to his chest, his palm resting on your belly. You tensed in his grasp, removing his hand from your tummy and intertwining your fingers, keeping him from touching you freely. He felt his heart ache, but he still said nothing, silently pressing his lips to the back of your neck and slowly drifting off to sleep.

The last straw was when your mood drastically changed. He had come home to you curled up on the couch, covered in a blanket, watching TV.

"What's wrong, dear?" he'd asked you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead.

"I'm fine," you had replied, monotone and drained.

Liar, he thought, observing you for a moment before moving to the kitchen.

"What would you like for dinner?"

"I'm not hungry."

No, that wouldn't do. You were clearly struggling, clearly unhappy, and he knew that eating even the slightest bit of food would do wonders for your mood.

"Are you sure? I don't mind. I can make your favorite—"

"I'm not hungry."

Nanami stopped rolling up his sleeve, pausing before glancing at you across the room. You had covered your face with the blanket, hiding underneath the fuzzy fabric. His first instinct was to go to you, to comfort you when you were clearly struggling, but he stayed in the kitchen. He stared at you silently, eventually turning to the stove. He heard the TV turn off as he was cutting vegetables, your slippers shuffling against the floor and down the hall. He listened as he heard the bathroom sink turn on and off, the bedroom door closing quietly. Despite how his body screamed to go to you, he stayed put, but a plan began to form as he pushed diced onions into a pan.

You came home the next day feeling drained. Work was as grueling as ever, and your new eating habits weren't doing you any favors. All you wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed, ignoring the pain in your stomach as you tried to sleep.

But your plans were ruined once you walked through the door. A cacophony of smells bombarded you as you walked into the apartment. It hit you so quickly that it triggered a headache, making you cringe as you kicked off your shoes. You made your way further into the apartment, eyes falling on the busy kitchen and crowded dining table. Your favorite side dishes sat in porcelain bowls, a large covered plate sitting in the center of the table. You furrowed your brow as Nanami walked in.

"Oh, you're home," he said breathlessly, going to you, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your temple. "Welcome home, dear."

"Ken," you began softly, analyzing the spread, "are we having guests for dinner? Should I get cleaned up?" A soft chuckle left his lips, mouth quirking slightly as he moved to the table.

"No, darling, there's no need for that. We're not having anyone over. This is just for us." You blinked, watching him place two candlesticks in separate holders, leaning back to judge the setup.

"What do you mean it's... just for us?" you asked, watching him walk past you to the kitchen and go back to the table.

"I mean that I made all of this for the two of us," he said, lighting the candles one by one. You stared, fists clenching the edge of your shirt as he blew out the match, placing the matchbook in his back pocket.

"...Why?" Your voice was quiet, wavering, making him turn to you. His confidence faltered slightly when he saw your reluctant gaze.

"I..." He pressed his lips together, removing his glasses just to rub at his eyes. When he put them back on, he looked back to you. "I thought it might cheer you up."

You sighed, curling in on yourself slightly.

"Ken, I can't—"

"Yes," he interrupted quickly, heart pounding when you looked up to him, somewhat shocked. "Yes, you can. You're allowed to indulge yourself and be happy and live your life without worrying about your weight. You're allowed to eat, Y/N." Your eyes were turning glossy, lips pushing into a frown. Nanami inhaled sharply, rubbing his thumb into his palm, staring down at his hands.

"I apologize, I... I know that you struggle at times and I know that sometimes you just have to go through the motions... but I can't stand watching you suffer. I know you may not like yourself sometimes, but you're so wonderful already and I already think you're perfect the way you are and—"

You sniffed, tears finally spilling down your round cheeks, falling in big drops to your chin. The sudden sound made Nanami stop, his resolve breaking.

"Oh, no, darling, I'm sorry," he muttered sincerely, moving to you cautiously, reaching out to you. You let him wrap his arms around you and bring you to his chest, his hands finding your back and rubbing soothingly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I just—"

"Don't," you interrupted meekly, your hands finding his back. "You didn't do anything wrong... just... just hold me, please."

He bit his tongue, nodding slightly as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. He held you tightly as you sobbed quietly against him, tears staining his button up shirt. The two of you couldn't have stood there longer than a minute or two, but it felt like hours.

Your sniffling subsided a little while later and you pulled away, rubbing your sleeve along your cheeks and nose. Nanami watched you silently before cupping your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"Y/N, I love you so very much, and I adore everything about you. Not just your radiant personality or striking beauty, but everything that you may dislike about yourself too. You mean the world to me and I'll do everything I can to make you happy. Again, I'm sorry I—"

"No, Ken," you whispered, placing your hands atop his, "you're fine. I just... I've been tracking what I eat and obsessing over my calorie intake lately because I saw a new stretchmark and I panicked and—" He shushed you gently, bringing you back to his chest.

"I know, darling. I know. It's okay. You were worried and didn't know how to handle it, but please don't do this to yourself again. I can't stand to see you struggle like this. It breaks my heart." You sighed, hugging him tightly, squeezing him with what little strength you could muster. He let you hold him for a minute or two before he pulled back hesitantly, making you look at him again.

"I took the day off to make all your favorites," he offered, releasing you and reaching for the cover of the main dish. He lifted it, revealing one of your favorite meals, one that took hours to make but was so worth the effort. "I used your recipes to make sure I did everything right."

"Ken," you sighed in awe, stepping forward to inspect the dish. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he admitted, running his hand over you back, kissing you temple once more. "How about you get into something more comfortable while I fix you a plate?"

You left and returned to a sensible portion of each dish, not too little that you would hold onto your unhealthy habits but not so much that you would make yourself sick after practically fasting the last few days. Nanami pulled his chair to sit right beside yours, his hand entwined with yours as the two of you ate. He felt his worries lift as you sighed with each bite, soon smiling when you gave a little dance a few minutes later.

"Does it taste good?" he asked. You nodded, wiggling happily as you finished one of your sides, poking your fork at another as you chewed. He sighed with relief, sinking into his chair, bringing his glass of wine to his lips.

Later that night, after the two of you ate your fill and relaxed, you got ready for bed. And when he curled his arm around you, his hand resting against your stomach, you didn't push him away. You let him hold you, touch you without worry. He smiled against your skin, mumbling an "I love you" that he wasn't sure you heard before he drifted off to sleep, the gentle thrumming of your heart his own personal lullaby.